"Thomas Brennen? I haven't seen Thomas Brennen since we left Ireland."
"Then what were you doing at the Luxury Towers?"
"I fail to see what one has to do with the other. My free time is…" He trailed off, and his eyes darted to Roarke, went wide. "Is that where—Tommy lived at the Luxury Towers?"
"You're talking to me." Eve stepped between them so that Summerset focused on her face. "I'll ask you again, what were you doing at the Luxury Towers yesterday at noon?''
"I have an acquaintance who lives there. We had an engagement, for lunch and a matinee."
"All right." Relieved, Eve pulled out her recorder. "Give me her name."
"Audrey, Audrey Morrell."
"Apartment number?"
"Twelve eighteen."
"And Ms. Morrell will verify that you met at noon and spent the day together?''
His already pale face was slowly going whiter. "No."
"No?" Eve looked up, and said nothing when Roarke brought Summerset a glass of brandy.
"Audrey—Ms. Morrell wasn't in when I arrived. I waited for a time, then realized she'd…Something must have come up."
"How long did you wait?"
"Thirty or forty minutes." Some color seeped back into his cheeks now, of the embarrassed sort. "Then I left."
"By the lobby exit."
"Of course."
"I don't have you on the security discs coming out. Maybe you left by another exit."
"I certainly did not."
Eve bit her tongue. She'd tossed him a rope, she thought, and he hadn't grabbed for it. "Fine, you stick to that. What did you do then?"
"I decided against the matinee. I went to the park."
"The park. Great." She leaned back on Roarke's desk. "What park?"
"Central Park. There was an outdoor art exhibit. I browsed for a time."
"It was raining."
"There were inclement weather domes."
"How did you get from the apartment complex to the park? What kind of transpo?"
"I walked."
Her head began to throb. "In the rain?"
"Yes." He said it stiffly and sipped his brandy.
"Did you speak to anyone, meet someone you know?"